Chapter 2: Undressing

Jenna didn't know what to say. She knew she'd only glanced at the orientation package and didn't really read it. It looked standard to her. Now, here she stood before her new employer, and she had to make a decision and quick. She could see Sister Ann's disappointment that she'd apparently agreed to all the conditions of employment and then had willfully violated one already. Her stomach was really tight now and felt a bead of sweat form on her forehead. "Well, Ms Tarp," Sister Ann impatiently stated, "What's your decision?" Jenna knew she had blown it already and didn't want to upset her new employer anymore than she already had. She must have had her reasons for the policy, and she didn't want to upset her further by asking her for an explanation now. "I, uh...I," Jenna stammered.

"Come on girl, spit it out! Do you want to work here or don't you?" hissed a growingly impatient Sister Ann.

"I...yes," withered Jenna as she had concerns of how she would pay bills and rent if she didn't have a job racing through her mind. "Yes, I want...the job. I'll do whatever is required, just please don't let me go," she pleaded. She hated sounding so needy, but in these economic times jobs were harder to come by, and she'd be smart to hold on to hers.

"Fine," began Sister Ann sternly, "but they're can be no more violations of school policy, understand?"

"Y-yes, I understand," replied a visibly shaken Jenna. Ten minutes into her new job and she'd almost lost it. She felt relieved to still have her job and was determined to do whatever it took to keep it. She understood how disappointed Sister Ann must have been, and she committed to following all the school rules from that point forward.

"I'll need to collect your undergarments, then. Please remove them and give them to me. You can pick them up in my office at the end of the day and take them home with you," Sister Ann stated flatly.

Jenna's stomach tightened again. Certainly she didn't mean for her to take them off here, now, did she? Jenna's mind was awash with uncertainty. Should she take them off right here, in the classroom? She looked at her head mistress who was sitting in her chair with her arms folded across her chest. She showed no signs of getting up to leave, so Jenna assumed she must have meant now. This was incredible. Her new employer was asking her to undress in front of her.

Jenna reasoned that this was in fact, NOT a public school and that perhaps they could indeed set their own rules. Her thoughts were briefly interrupted when she heard Sister Ann clear her throat, which she took as a sign to get on with it. Nervously, Jenna began to unbutton her blouse. Her sweaty palms and clammy fingers slipped on the buttons as she pressed them through the tiny holes. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Her embarrassment increased with each button opened. Halfway down her blouse, she felt as if she would pass out from sheer humiliation. Her cheeks flushed, and she had to turn away from her employer as she pulled the blouse out of the confines of the skirts waistband and opened the last button.

As she pulled the garment off her shoulders the cool room air gave her a chilling sensation - a sensation she hadn't felt since she was a teenager when her and her cousin Sandy stripped naked in the woods and ran around like natives. They had a great time that day, doing something they knew was wrong, but felt great anyway.

She laid the blouse on the desk beside her as she did her best to cover herself with her free hand. She glanced over her should at Sister Ann and took note of her stare. The look confused Jenna and she thought about it as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra. "What was that look?" she kept asking herself as she pulled the bra off her now throbbing breasts. When her sizeable breasts were released from their tight confine, Jenna sighed a barely audible sigh. "What was that for?" she questioned herself. "What's going on?" Jenna was having an immediate increase in arousal. She felt her nipples harden as the air struck them, and she had an urge to touch them. She struggled with the idea for a moment, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs forming there. Why was she feeling like this? She attempted to cover herself again. This was humiliating. The embarrassment of the situation took over again. She felt like crying as tears welled up in each eye when she handed her bra to Sister Ann sitting quietly behind her.

Jenna couldn't believe it. Was she really standing topless in front of a Catholic nun for pete's sake? The whole situation was almost more than she could bear. She wanted to run away and hide. The shame she was feeling was killing her inside. But she was already committed and had agreed to the terms of her employment. Shakily, she unclasped the hook on her skirt and let down the zipper as she tried to use her arms to squeeze her breasts together and keep them out of sight. "Here goes," she groaned in her mind as she dropped the skirt to the ground and re-covered her breasts with her arms and pushed her knees together.

"Oh my gawd," Jenna panicked in her mind, "I'm practically naked. I've got to get these panties off quick, so I can get dressed again." She dropped her arms and grabbed the waistband at each hip and, bending forward at the waist, pushed her panties to the floor. Jenna didn't stop to think about what she had just done until she heard Sister Ann's voice.

"You could have used the restroom to change in, Ms. Tarp," Sister Ann said in a disgusted tone.

Jenna almost passed out as she stepped out of her panties and bolted erect. "Oh no, what have I done?!" her brain screamed as she clambered to cover herself. She didn't know what to do. She stood frozen, naked and statue-like, for what seemed like hours. Her mind was racing and her ears pounded like bass kettledrums. "What should she do? Would she be fired? Why did she assume she was supposed to change in front of her? What was she thinking? Was Sister Ann mad at her? Did she think she was some kind of pervert? Would she still be allowed to be around children? Should she apologize? Should she ignore Sister Ann's comments and act like she didn't hear her?" A million questions clouded her mind and limited her decision-making ability. She didn't even feel Sister Ann's hand on her hips, turning her around to face her. Jenna had gone totally into her own mind, as she was completely unaware of her surroundings.

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